How to Train Your Dragon (film)

How to Train Your Dragon is a 2010 animated film, loosely based on the children's novel by Cressida Cowell. The film focuses on a Viking village called Berk, the inhabitants of which fight a never-ending war with multiple varieties of dragon, until the chieftan's misfit son, Hiccup, accidentally captures one and ends up befriending it.

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[first lines, voice-over] This is Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. My village. In a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunset. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes. We have... [aloud] dragons!

[voice-over] Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues.

[voice-over] That's Stoick the Vast, Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes, I do.

[voice-over] The meat head with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little... well, littler.

[voice-over] Oh, and there's one more thing you need to know... [crash; aloud, to Stoick] Sorry, Dad.

Oh, the gods hate me. Some people lose their knife or their mug. No, not me; I manage to lose an ENTIRE DRAGON?!

[coming upon the supposedly dead body of the Night Fury] Oh, wow... I-I did it! Oh, I did it! Thi-this fixes everything! Yes! [places his foot on the dragon; heroically] I have brought down this mighty beast! (Night Fury stirs; Hiccup jumps back in alarm. He approaches cautiously, looking the dragon in the eyes and breathing nervously] I'm gonna kill you, dragon... I'm gonna-- I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking... I am a VIKING! [He takes a deep breath and raises the knife; their eyes meet, the dragon's wide and frightened; Hiccup shakes himself and lifts the knife higher as the dragon goes limp, accepting his fate; Hiccup drops his arms, frustrated, and looks from the knife to the dragon, remorseful] I did this... [he kneels and cuts the ropes, freeing the dragon]

[offering the Night Fury a fish, Hiccup gets a good look inside his mouth] Huh. Toothless. I coulda sworn you had... [the dragon's teeth pop out and he snatches the fish from Hiccup's hands][stunned] ...teeth.

[Toothless is doing extreme flying stunts with Hiccup and Astrid on his back.] TOOTHLESS! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! BAD DRAGON!

[to Toothless, with Astrid aboard, during extreme flying] And now, the spinning. [deadpan] Thank you for nothing, you useless reptile.

[about the Red Death] That thing has wings. [to Toothless] Okay, let's see if it can use them!

[last lines, voice-over] This is Berk. It snows nine months of the year, and hails the other three. Any food that grows here is tough and tasteless. The people that grow here are even more so. The only upsides are the pets. While other places have ponies, or parrots... we have... dragons!

Oh, perfect. And while I'm busy, Hiccup can cover the stall. Molten steel, razor-sharp blades, lots of time to himself - what could possibly go wrong?

Trolls exist! They steal your socks! But only the left ones - what's with that?

Remember, a dragon will always - always - go for the kill.

Listen, Stoick, I was overhearing some of the men just now, and-and well, you know, some of them are wondering what it is we are up to here? Not-not me, of course, I-I know you're always the man with the plan, but some - not me - are-are wondering if, in fact, there is a plan at all, and what it might be?

[approaching the dragons' nest, the Vikings pass a wreck of one of their ships] Oh... I was wondering where that went.

[on Hiccup after he rescues them] Every bit the boar-headed, stubborn Viking you ever were! [Stoick, dumbfounded, nods in agreement]

[To Astrid] So anyway, uh, I moved into my parents' basement. You should come by some time to work out! You look like you work out! [his shield is blasted by the Gronckle]

(shoves Astrid aside) Watch out, babe, I'll take care of this. [throws weapon at Deadly Nadder, but misses; Astrid glares at him while the Nadder seems to laugh at him] The sun was in my eyes, Astrid! What do you want me to do, block out the sun? I could do that, but I don't have time right now!

[hitting the Red Death in the eyes] I can't miss! What's wrong, buddy? Got somethin' in your eye?

[having leapt from the Red Death onto the Hideous Zippleback ridden by Ruff and Tuff] Wow! I can't believe that worked!

Hiccup: [voice-over] My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know, but it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that.

Viking: [roars in Hiccup's face] AAAAAAAAAAARRRRR! [cheery] Mornin'!

Gobber: Oh, nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off.

Hiccup: What, who, me? No, come on; I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all... [flexing] this.

Gobber: Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?

Hiccup: Aw, come on! Let me out, please. I need to make my mark!

Gobber: Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places!

Hiccup: Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon; my life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date.

Gobber: You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe. You can't even throw one of these! [holds up a set of bolas, which a Viking snatches and throws at a Gronckle]

Hiccup: Okay, fine. But this... [gestures to a catapult invention] will throw it for me. [touches the machine and it goes off, firing a set of bolas out the window that hits a Viking]

Hiccup: [voice-over] One day I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here. A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed. Gronkles are tough; taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend. A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status. And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.

[A fiery Monstrous Nightmare attacks the catapult crew]

Stoick: Reload! [calmly] I'll take care of this.

Hiccup: [voice-over] But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one's ever seen... they call it the...

Viking 1: NIGHT FURY!

Viking 2: GET DOWN!

[The catapult Stoick and the other men are on suddenly explodes. The black dragon responsible for the explosion shoots by, barely visible.]

Stoick: [To the other men] Jump!

Hiccup: [voice-over] This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and [The catapult is blasted once again by the same dragon] never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm gonna be the first.

Hiccup: [after making a disaster of the latest dragon raid] ...Okay, but I hit a Night Fury. [Stoick angrily grabs him and drags him away] It's not like the last few times, Dad! I mean, I really actually hit it! You guys were busy, and I had a very clear shot. It went down just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there before it...

Stoick: STOP![Hiccup stops, surprised] Just...stop. Every time you step outside, disaster follows! Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter is almost here, and I have an entire village to feed!

Hiccup: [lowers his voice] Well, between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't you think?

Stoick: This isn't a joke, Hiccup![sighs] Why can't you follow the simplest orders?

Hiccup: I-I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just...kill it! You know? It's who I am, Dad.

Stoick: [sighs] You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them.

Hiccup: I really did hit one.

Gobber: Sure, Hiccup....

Hiccup: [about his father] He never listens.

Gobber: Well, it runs in the family...

Hiccup: And when he does, it's always with this disappointed scowl, like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich. [imitating his father] "Excuse me, barmaid! I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring! I ordered an extra-large boy with beefy arms, extra guts, and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fish-bone!"

Gobber: Now, you're thinkin' about this all wrong. It's not so much what you look like; it's what's inside that he can't stand.

Hiccup: [sarcastically] Thank you for summing that up.

Gobber: Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not.

Hiccup: I just wanna be one of you guys. [goes inside his house, then goes out the back door, out of his village, to look for the Night Fury]

Stoick: When I was a boy...

Gobber: Oh, here we go...

Stoick: My father told me to bang my head against a rock, and I did it. I thought he was crazy, but I didn't question him. And you know what happened?

Gobber: [sarcastically] You got a headache.

Stoick: That rock split in two. It taught me what a Viking can do, Gobber. He can... He can crush mountains, level forests, tame seas! Even as a boy, I knew who I was, what I had to become... Hiccup is not that boy.

Gobber: You can't stop him, Stoick. You can only prepare him. I know it seems hopeless, but the truth is, you won't always be around to protect him. He's going to get out there again. He's probably out there now.

[Hiccup returns home after failing to kill the Night Fury. He tries to sneak up to his bedroom, but Stoick hears him]

Stoick: Alright. [takes another deep breath] You get your wish. Dragon Training. You start in the morning.

Hiccup: [panicky] Oh man, I should have gone first! Uh, 'cause I was thinking... You know, we have a surplus of dragon-fighting Vikings. But do we have enough...bread-making Vikings? Or small home repair Vikings?

Stoick: This is serious, son. [takes the axe from Hiccup] When you carry this axe, [returns the axe] you carry all of us with you. Which means you walk like us, you talk like us, you think like us. No more... [gestures to Hiccup] this. ]

Hiccup: [rolls his eyes] You just gestured to all of me.

Stoick: Deal?

Hiccup: This conversation is feeling very one-sided...

Stoick: Deal?

Hiccup: [sighs, giving in] Deal.

Gobber: Welcome to Dragon Training!

Astrid: No turning back.

[The teens enter the arena and look around in wonder]

Tuffnut: I hope I get some serious burns!

Ruffnut: I'm hoping for some mauling, like on my shoulder or lower back.

Gobber: (aside, to Hiccup) Don't worry, you're small and you're weak. That'll make you less of a target. They'll see you as sick or insane and go after the more Viking-like teens instead. [aloud, to the other teens] Behind these doors are just a few of the many species you will learn to fight. The Deadly Nadder...

Gobber: Thank you, Astrid. You need to live and breathe this stuff. The dragon manual. [sets the Book of Dragons on the table] Everything we know about every dragon we know of. [listens to the thunder] No attacks tonight. Study up.

Tuffnut: Wait, you mean, read?

Ruffnut: While we're still alive?

Snotlout: Why read words when you can just kill the stuff the words tell you stuff about?

Fishlegs: Oh, I've read it like seven times! There's this water dragon that sprays boiling water at your face! [Snotlout, Tuffnut, and Ruffnut stare at him] And-and there's this other one that buries itself for like a week-

Tuffnut: [cuts him off] Yeah, that sounds great. You know, there was a chance I was gonna read that...

Ruffnut: But, now...

(During "Attack" training)

Gobber: Look for its blind spot! Every dragon has one. Find it, hide in it, and strike!

[Tuffnut and Ruffnut huddle in the Deadly Nadder's blind spot]

Ruffnut: Ugh! Do you ever bathe?

Tuffnut: You don't like it, then just get your own blind spot!

Ruffnut: How about I give you one!

[The Nadder notices them and breathes fire. They scream and run for cover.]

Gobber: Blind spot, yes. Deaf spot? Mmm, not so much.

Hiccup: Hey, hey! So, uh, how would one sneak up on a Night Fury?

Gobber: No one's ever met one and lived to tell the tale. [barks] Now GET IN THERE!!!

Hiccup: I know, I know. But... hypothetically--

[Running from the Deadly Nadder, Astrid falls off a wall and lands on top of Hiccup]

Tuffnut: Ooh! Love on the battlefield!

Ruffnut: She could do better.

Gobber: [telling a story] And with one twist, took my hand and swallowed it whole! And I saw the look in his face - I was delicious. He must have passed the word, because it wasn't a month before another one of them took my leg.

Fishlegs: Isn't it weird to think that your hand was inside a dragon? Like, if your mind was still in control of it, you could have killed the dragon from the inside by crushing its heart or something.

Snotlout: I swear, I'm so ANGRY right now! I'll avenge your beautiful hand and your beautiful foot! I'll chop off the legs of every dragon I fight - with my face!

Gobber: Uh-uh-uh, no. It's the wings and the tails you really want. If it can't fly, it can't get away. A downed dragon is a dead dragon.

Stoick: And believe me, it only gets better! Just wait 'til you spill a Nadder's guts for the first time, and mount your first Gronckle head on a spear. [Pushes Hiccup in compassion and Hiccup falls down] WHAT A FEELING! You really had me going there, son! [Hiccup gets up] All those years of the worst Viking Berk has ever seen! [To the sky] Odin, it was rough. [To Hiccup] I almost gave up on you, and all the while, you were holding out on me! [Extremely joyous]OH, THOR ALMIGHTY![Calms down] Oh! With you doing so well in the ring... [Sits down and scooches closer to Hiccup] we finally have something to talk about.

[During the last day of Dragon Training]

Astrid: Stay out of my way! I'm winning this thing. [runs off]

Hiccup: [after she has already left] Good, please, by all means.

[Stoick smiles and waves at Hiccup, who awkwardly returns the gesture. Astrid approaches the Gronkle stealthily]

Astrid: This time. This time, for sure!

[She prepares to attack the Gronkle - only to find that Hiccup has somehow already defeated it. The Vikings cheer]

Stoick: [proudly] That's my boy!

Astrid: [furiously, wildly swinging her axe]NO!!! NO!! SON OF A HALF-TROLL, RAT-EATING, MUNGE-BUCKET!!!

Hiccup: [tries to get away] So, later!

Gobber: Oh-oh, not so fast!

Hiccup: Uh, I'm kind of late for...

Astrid: [livid, jams her axe into his throat] What?! Late for what, exactly?

Hiccup: [blushingly watches her walk away and Toothless walks beside him giving a smile; stammers] Wh-- Wh-- What are you lookin' at?

[Hiccup is about to step in to fight a Monstrous Nightmare]

Stoick: Well, I can finally show my face in public again! If anyone had told me that in just a few short weeks, Hiccup would have gone from, well, being, uh...Hiccup...to placing first in dragon training - well, I would have tied him to a mast and shipped him off, for fear he'd gone mad! (laughter) And you know it! But here we are, and no one's more surprised, or more proud, than I am. Today, my boy becomes a Viking! Today, he becomes one of us! (cheering)

Astrid: [appears behind Hiccup] Be careful with that dragon.

Hiccup: [looks at his father] It's not the dragon I'm worried about.

Astrid: What are you gonna do?

Hiccup: Put an end to this. I have to try. Astrid, if something... goes wrong, just make sure they don't find Toothless.

Astrid: I will. Just... promise me it won't go wrong.

Gobber: [appears] It's time, Hiccup. Knock 'em dead.

[Hiccup and the Nightmare are face to face. Hiccup drops his knife and shield and reaches out to touch the Nightmare. The Vikings start mumbling]

Stoick: What's he doing?

Hiccup: [to the Nightmare] It's okay. It's okay. [takes his helmet off and throws it aside] I'm not one of them.

[The Vikings gasp in shock]

Stoick: Stop the fight.

Hiccup: No! I need you all to see this. They're not what we think they are. We don't have to kill them.

Stoick: I SAID, STOP THE FIGHT!!![whacks his hammer on the ring cage railing with a loud clang, which startles the Nightmare into attacking Hiccup]

[After the Red Death is destroyed, Stoick sees Toothless down, with Hiccup nowhere in sight]

Stoick: [kneeling beside Toothless] Oh, son... I did this. [Toothless stirs and opens his eyes, looking at Stoick][close to tears] I'm s... I'm so sorry. [Toothless lifts his wings, revealing Hiccup clutched in his arms] Hiccup! [picks him up, puts an ear to his chest and laughs with relief] Oh, he's alive! You brought him back alive! [the Vikings cheer and Stoick puts a hand on Toothless's head] Thank you for saving my son.

Gobber: [comes over; grimacing] Well... you know, most of him.

[Hiccup is later seen to have lost a foot during the battle]

Hiccup: [seeing the newly reformed Berk] I knew it... I'm dead.

Stoick: [chuckling] No, but you gave it your best shot. So, what do you think?

Viking: Look, it's Hiccup!

[The Vikings gather around Stoick and Hiccup]

Stoick: Turns out all we needed was a little more of... [points to Hiccup]this.

Hiccup: [looks at it; lightheartedly] Well, I might make a few tweaks.

[The Vikings laugh. Astrid comes up behind Hiccup and punches him in the arm]

Astrid: That's for scaring me!

Hiccup: [shocked] Wha-what?! What, is it always gonna be this way? 'Cause-- [Astrid cuts him off by kissing him on the lips. Hiccup's expression changes to one of pleasant surprise.] I could get used to it.

Gobber: Welcome to Dragon Training! Astrid, you're up. Lesson One: the Deadly Nadder. Fast, dangerous, but if you can stay in its blind spot, you will be safe. Once he sees you - not so much.

Astrid: AAAAHHH!

Gobber: Heh-heh-heh...

Gobber: Fishlegs, you're on. Lesson Two: the Gronckle. Lazy, cranky, with a devastating fire attack. But it cannot produce fire if its head is wet. [Fishlegs dumps a bucket of water on one end of the Gronckle - which raises its head on the other end] When wetting the Gronckle, be sure to douse the correct end.

Fishlegs: AAAAHHH!

Gobber: Better luck next time!

Gobber: Lesson Three: the Monstrous Nightmare. Most aggressive and powerful of the dragons. Snotlout, into the ring. If you clamp its mouth shut, it cannot open its jaws. [Snotlout clamps the Nightmare's mouth shut and laughs. The Nightmare slowly raises its head, lifting Snotlout into the air] The rest of the dragon, however, is free to do whatever it wants.

[Nightmare smiles and proceeds to stamp Snotlout into the ground.]

Snotlout: AAAAHHH!

Gobber: Ruffnut, Tuffnut, you're up. Lesson Four: the Hideous Zippleback. [Ruffnut and Tuffnut run in a circle around the Zippleback, yelling and banging their shields.] Sly, surprising, but certain noises can confuse it. [Ruffnut and Tuffnut collide and start arguing and shoving each other. The Zippleback notices them, and each head snaps up one of the twins] Other noises, however, just make it angry. Ha ha ha... [Hanging from the Zippleback's jaws, the twins continue arguing and throwing punches and kicks at each other.]

Gobber: Lesson Six: The Terrible Terror. Smallest of the dragons, but no less ferocious. You know it's about to breathe fire when you hear a little hissing sound. [hissing sound is heard] Just like that! Just before it... [hears another hissing sound; looks over his shoulder] ...before it... [Terrible Terror appears on his other shoulder. The screen goes black] AHHHHHHHHHH-OW! Oh, that really burns.

Gobber: A disgusting, foul beast, wearing a coat of stolen bones, like a giant, flying skeleton.

Fishlegs: Ooh ooh! The dragon manual says that the Boneknapper willl stop at nothing to find the perfect bone to build its coat of armor. It's awesome!

Gobber: The Boneknapper has no roar at all. That's why he's terrifying. He's a silent killer.

Ruffnut: Wait. So if we don't hear anything, we're dead?

[Everyone looks around the boat nervously.]

Tuffnut: I don't hear anything.

[A sheep bleats and everyone jumps.]

Gobber: Ha ha ha! Good one, Phil!

Ruffnut: [as their boat sinks] Now we're stuck in the middle of nowhere, and no one even knows where we are.

Fishlegs: Um, except the Boneknapper. Legend says its roar can s...

Snotlout: Hey, you know what legend also says? Stop talking!

Fishlegs: Uh, Gobber? Are you sure this is safe?

Gobber: Ah, safety's overrated.

[Gobber, in his flashback story, has been pinned by the Boneknapper at the edge of a cliff]

Gobber: [voice-over] I did what any brave Viking would have done... [high-pitched] Help! [voice-over] The gods must have heard my prayer... it was Thor! He tossed a mighty thunderbolt... [the bolt hits the ground below the cliff] Oh! You missed!

Hiccup: [opening lines] This is Berk. Boasting the kind of balmy, fun-in-the-sun climate that will give you frostbite on your spleen. The one upside is our annual holiday. We call it... Snoggletog. Why we chose such a stupid name remains a mystery. But with the war long over, and dragons living among us, this year's Snoggletog promises to be one to remember.

Stoick the Vast: [after Hiccup returns with the dragons and their babies] Everyone! Grab your dragons! To the Great Hall! We finally have something to celebrate!

Hiccup: [last lines] Winter in Berk lasts most of the year. It hangs on with both hands and won't let go. And the only real comforts against the cold are those you keep close to your heart. Turns out, that was the best Snoggletog ever. That year, I gave my best friend a pretty great gift... He gave me a better one!